Post by Rainy on Jun 3, 2003 16:17:11 GMT -5
A man sits on his couch next to his wife’s own.
Never being loved by her he sits in her grief and his own.
He loves her with everything.
And still she sees him as nothing.
Day after day.
He wishes he was dead and was washed away.
Never trying to get away in this life of lame.
He goes through his life in shame.
Loving all his children and his family.
No having no real possibility.
Of really knowing anyone.
He still sits with having no fun.
Being abused by her words.
He does everything for her while saying this is for the birds.
He will never listen to us.
And will never catch a ride away from her on that bus.
Everyone in the family.
See nothing of her unlovely...
ways that she sells.
But for now he will look high up at the church bells.
In hope to find himself.
He will do what he knows most about himself.
Which is too sit on his couch without a word.
And live his life as a watching speechless bird.
-Kim
Never being loved by her he sits in her grief and his own.
He loves her with everything.
And still she sees him as nothing.
Day after day.
He wishes he was dead and was washed away.
Never trying to get away in this life of lame.
He goes through his life in shame.
Loving all his children and his family.
No having no real possibility.
Of really knowing anyone.
He still sits with having no fun.
Being abused by her words.
He does everything for her while saying this is for the birds.
He will never listen to us.
And will never catch a ride away from her on that bus.
Everyone in the family.
See nothing of her unlovely...
ways that she sells.
But for now he will look high up at the church bells.
In hope to find himself.
He will do what he knows most about himself.
Which is too sit on his couch without a word.
And live his life as a watching speechless bird.
-Kim
